Thursday, February 22, 2018

Which Reminds Me

My high school graduation was held at the Teatro President in El Salvador. In the lobby, Trina came running up to congratulate me and give me congratulations. Which sort of shocked me because I thought that she said that she hated me. But I don't have time to think about that very much. I really wasn't expecting anything from her.

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Yes, during high school my family belonged to Club Del Prado, which, for a small monthly fee, has an amazingly huge Olympic swimming pool and also other amenities, including tennis courts. More recently, someone told me that the Club Del Prado was bought out by some Arabs and renamed and its membership made exclusively for Arabs. So I guess I won't be revisiting that place. I am not an Arab. Even so, that is not a reason to run off and make some weird alliance with Honduras. Have you forgotten that El Salvador buys its guns and airplanes from Israel with which to fight against Honduras in the Soccer War or potential sequel requiring military defense? Yes, I haven't forgotten that. So what is your point in trying to make me an Arab, other than to make a joke that is really a lie? We have no time or patience for these Palestinian jokes. This is a serious matter.

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Yes, someone was asking me to comment on the problem of gangs. In high school, some of the Spanish people called almost any group or association a gang (translation: mara), including possibly a high school class. But of course nowadays with all of the criminally active gangs having become a serious problem, perhaps some other word could be substituted for the politically explosive term of "gang" or "mara." Just a thought.

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No one had thought of returning people to Honduras, but if you insist on appealing for an exile motif, perhaps that could be arranged. Perhaps we could arrange to have your McColumn extradited to Canada, where the maple leaf has a different special meaning. Where did all this weird scripting come from? I don't even know who those people are. I really shouldn't be talking to strangers.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of something that I heard at college, if I remember rightly, something about how Debbie Tracy may be distantly related somehow to Mary Lasley. Mary, the last I heard, is living and working in California, although I haven't seen her since college. I cannot even keep track of my own cousins so you cannot be seriously expecting me to track all of the extended family of Mary, all persons of no interest to me, but you could always ask Lynda.

I mostly slept through their big prank, the used car lot escapade, so I really cannot comment further on these points.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Which Reminds Me

Oh yes, I seem to remember someone in high school saying something about the yearbook staff and how some prank had been done there or there was a rebellion of the yearbook staff or something. No details of that were given. It was just something vague about a disturbance on the yearbook staff. I was not on the yearbook staff so I wouldn't really know anything about that. I was on the newspaper staff but not the yearbook staff. Carmen was the president of the yearbook staff but I was not on the yearbook staff so I really wouldn't know anything about that. The yearbook did not display much interest in the newspaper staff, only one sort of lousy photo, so, yes, they just do whatever they want to do and complaining about that would be sort of useless. The yearbook is already in print now so what would be the point?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am trying to remember if Trina Tinker was standing in line to graduate with us on graduation night. Her senior photo appears in the yearbook so you would naturally assume that Trina also was walking the line to get her diploma, but I cannot quite remember if she was standing up there with us or not. She was there in the lobby but did not seem to be wearing the cap and gown. What was going on with her? I really have no idea. I cannot just pull all of this information out of a hat when nobody will tell me anything.